Dark Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
carny
sacred dust jangles your feelings
corpses of rust turns the screws in deeper
occult artist with a need
to cause grief
with putrid thoughts
all to make your mind look
at what resides inside
you can feel it, so prettily decorated, death
incessant rot, putrifying
we drag it around with us
toxic love
my want rushes for the door
seeking something better
I am met with the dark
bloodletting my psyche
until it bleeds black
confused matter
attached to feelings better off...
corpses of rust turns the screws in deeper
occult artist with a need
to cause grief
with putrid thoughts
all to make your mind look
at what resides inside
you can feel it, so prettily decorated, death
incessant rot, putrifying
we drag it around with us
toxic love
my want rushes for the door
seeking something better
I am met with the dark
bloodletting my psyche
until it bleeds black
confused matter
attached to feelings better off...
#dark
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plea
taking my time to disect the moment
seeking to slow down time
altering my perceptions help
tunnel vision I see only one thing
the rest is a blur
time hesitates and I move fast
with precicion I cultivate need
massaging its want
it grows inside me
madness stirs but I don't have time for her
mischief is called forward
and chaos laughs
children of the damned to do my bidding
confessing my sins to the dark council
bidden to divulge my secrets
they burn my tongue with the purging
devils of the...
seeking to slow down time
altering my perceptions help
tunnel vision I see only one thing
the rest is a blur
time hesitates and I move fast
with precicion I cultivate need
massaging its want
it grows inside me
madness stirs but I don't have time for her
mischief is called forward
and chaos laughs
children of the damned to do my bidding
confessing my sins to the dark council
bidden to divulge my secrets
they burn my tongue with the purging
devils of the...
#dark
#lust
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Ashes In My Lungs
I fell to the edge, thought I’d disappear,
But I woke to the sound of my hollow fear.
The void let me stay, didn’t set me free,
Now I’m chained to the ghost of who I used to be.
The mirror’s a stranger, the scars don’t fade,
Every breath feels like a mistake I made.
I can’t find the fire, I can’t feel the pain,
Just this aching silence screaming in my veins.
Ashes in my lungs, I’m choking on the air,
A heartbeat without meaning, a body I can’t bear.
I tried to run, but the weight won’t go,
Now I’m lost in a life I don’t want...
But I woke to the sound of my hollow fear.
The void let me stay, didn’t set me free,
Now I’m chained to the ghost of who I used to be.
The mirror’s a stranger, the scars don’t fade,
Every breath feels like a mistake I made.
I can’t find the fire, I can’t feel the pain,
Just this aching silence screaming in my veins.
Ashes in my lungs, I’m choking on the air,
A heartbeat without meaning, a body I can’t bear.
I tried to run, but the weight won’t go,
Now I’m lost in a life I don’t want...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
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Quake
inside the the storm I reside
anxiety thunders and fear quakes
the darkness glowers
and lightening cracks bones
demons cower from the beast that haunts my vision
I hide my fear
you won't get any respect from the powers that be that way
sacred art concealing oneself
sunshine in a glance will disarm you
a big smile grows sharp teeth
honey you're just too sweet
how I got in with the dank of realtiy I don't know
dreadful, I know first hand what exists in the shadows
reeling understanding i yearn to get it
the...
anxiety thunders and fear quakes
the darkness glowers
and lightening cracks bones
demons cower from the beast that haunts my vision
I hide my fear
you won't get any respect from the powers that be that way
sacred art concealing oneself
sunshine in a glance will disarm you
a big smile grows sharp teeth
honey you're just too sweet
how I got in with the dank of realtiy I don't know
dreadful, I know first hand what exists in the shadows
reeling understanding i yearn to get it
the...
#anxiety
#dark
#LifeStruggles
53 reads
2 Comments
cluck
a razorblade for a tongue I take my time cutting
with lethal precision I slice
leaving jagged wounds to bleed from
rottenness seeps from the infection
cliques of a certain nature turns me off
releasing putrid facts or pure ficiton
uneasy addiction, talking shit
my thoughts calculate the odds
what does it matter?
keening in the darkness
you make my blood run cold
my teeth sharpen
but I spit from your taste
not fit for cosumption
I can feel the bile rise
as my demons wretch
your...
with lethal precision I slice
leaving jagged wounds to bleed from
rottenness seeps from the infection
cliques of a certain nature turns me off
releasing putrid facts or pure ficiton
uneasy addiction, talking shit
my thoughts calculate the odds
what does it matter?
keening in the darkness
you make my blood run cold
my teeth sharpen
but I spit from your taste
not fit for cosumption
I can feel the bile rise
as my demons wretch
your...
#dark
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Only in life you'll feel this pain
Phone calls, friends, Valentine's Day cards, cats, birthday parties and the countless games that make people hurt, cry, laugh etc.
These things are hands that stick out the window and catch you and break your fall after you have thrown yourself off the roof
The sound of their voices, the pain they inflict, the games they play
The noise
The noise keeps you from going insane
It keeps your mind off your mind
Down the road in an ordinary house of the alive, there is darkness & silence
You can hear the water dripping off the roof of your skull
There's...
These things are hands that stick out the window and catch you and break your fall after you have thrown yourself off the roof
The sound of their voices, the pain they inflict, the games they play
The noise
The noise keeps you from going insane
It keeps your mind off your mind
Down the road in an ordinary house of the alive, there is darkness & silence
You can hear the water dripping off the roof of your skull
There's...
#betrayal
#friendship
#LifeStruggles
#manipulation
#suicide
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CSP-The Edge of Cyber Twilight (Cauldron Kill Series)
The digital spawn better known as the Cyber-Sin Princess,
Tech assassin of Lord IF.6 and daughter of a deleted mistress,
“Born and reprogramed from a corrupt virus file
As beautiful transparent digital flesh with a bizarre killing style,
“Through her veins flow numerical calculations
Problem solving within a micro-second without hesitation,
“With the ability to communicate with any machinery thru code
Always with respect while living flesh is treated ice cold,
“Lights of any kind glow brighter when her...
Tech assassin of Lord IF.6 and daughter of a deleted mistress,
“Born and reprogramed from a corrupt virus file
As beautiful transparent digital flesh with a bizarre killing style,
“Through her veins flow numerical calculations
Problem solving within a micro-second without hesitation,
“With the ability to communicate with any machinery thru code
Always with respect while living flesh is treated ice cold,
“Lights of any kind glow brighter when her...
#dark
#technology
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dusk
#despair
#grief
#MentalHealth
#sadness
#SelfHarm
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hostages
Hostages
We read that three women held by Hamas have been freed and looked to be in good health
The British TV and the press showed happy people in Israel as most of the reporting was done with an Israeli slant
Of the Palestinians held hostage by Israel without trial, their suffering is overlooked but reports tell of house raids of the freed Palestinians in their homes
What we are seeing from the British covering
Of the debacle is blatant racism the Arab struggle is of no interest to the British
We wait for fabricated story how women were
Subjected to...
We read that three women held by Hamas have been freed and looked to be in good health
The British TV and the press showed happy people in Israel as most of the reporting was done with an Israeli slant
Of the Palestinians held hostage by Israel without trial, their suffering is overlooked but reports tell of house raids of the freed Palestinians in their homes
What we are seeing from the British covering
Of the debacle is blatant racism the Arab struggle is of no interest to the British
We wait for fabricated story how women were
Subjected to...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #emptiness
#apathy #emptiness
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What is your dark side
Do you know what is your DARK side effect, that you call upon when you are at a point in your own life. That the things in your life, has taken a real dramatic change of direction, that you start to feel trapped in a vortex of insanity. Follow by just the pain and hurt and confusion, and drama and madness and chaos, with no escape route nor plan. TO move you out of the way. For the elders say that we have the ability to manifest that which is hidden in own spiritual entity. For do you know what your true beliefs, are of what is your spiritual faith, and entity is to you 🤔 For example...
#evolution
#metaphor
#morality
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Madness
altercating madness, conflicts in my soul
assaulting my senses with its insensitivty
inciting riots of thought
corrupt of vision, my imagination listens
creating demons to amuse me
hateful understanding the darkness is a part of me
sacred trust I incorporate it within my rituals
denying my lust only provokes it
sinsister need wants too
beautiful disaster, chaos reigns as a Queen
it is the deepest part of me
dasterdly desire, a victim of thr occult?
nay, it's inspiration
Midnight smiles licking her lips ...
assaulting my senses with its insensitivty
inciting riots of thought
corrupt of vision, my imagination listens
creating demons to amuse me
hateful understanding the darkness is a part of me
sacred trust I incorporate it within my rituals
denying my lust only provokes it
sinsister need wants too
beautiful disaster, chaos reigns as a Queen
it is the deepest part of me
dasterdly desire, a victim of thr occult?
nay, it's inspiration
Midnight smiles licking her lips ...
#dark
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In Death
When I become one,
yet again, with clay,
speak to my grave.
Tell the molded soil,
the things you’ve kept from me—
things I sought in my life,
and no longer will in my death.
yet again, with clay,
speak to my grave.
Tell the molded soil,
the things you’ve kept from me—
things I sought in my life,
and no longer will in my death.
#death
#grief
#regret
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